Mi estimado bro ha estrenado de maravilla su condición de tenista federado oficialmente: destrozándose el manguito rotador derecho. O lo que es lo mismo: le ha hecho el hombro catacrocker. De momento lo tenemos medio tullidito, con una  cosa que le sostiene el brazo (la cosa es marca EMO, por cierto xD)

Así que entre unas cosas y otras, nuestros vicios conjuntos al Frets on Fire se han visto pospuestos temporalmente. Y para que no lo echemos de menos, hoy toca una de las pistas que más pique nos genera: Johnny B. Goode de Chuck Berry  (bueno, realmente en el  juego está una  versión de un tal Chavie (sea quien sea).

Enjoy.

CHUCK BERRY - JOHNNY B. GOODE

Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back upon the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my, but that little country boy could play

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him "Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music till the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying: Johnny B. Goode tonight"

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode